Red Birds

you would think those touched by tragedy would become kind-hearted. No. they become teary-eyed and cruel. ~mutt

imagine your most private grief as a party decoration. ~mutt

Regret smells like burnt bread. ~mutt

delusions smell of synthetic vinegar. ~mutt

what are people if not the sum total of their memories? ~mother dear

Red Birds by Muhammad Hanif

Hippie

• We’re here to put our art on display, and we respect the art of those who came before us.

• Revisiting the past is no use, it serves only to place figurative shackles on our feet and remove any sign of hope in humanity.

• She was no vase but a storm of lightening, wind, and thunder, a force of nature that could never be tamed or merely channeled to stir windmills, light up cities, sow terror.

• Words lack the power to describe the Absolute, the Infinite.

 

~Paulo Coelho
Hippie

By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. WE simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. if we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us.

 

~Paulo Coelho
By the River Piedrs I Sat Down and Wept